The Stars Come Out at Night

I have long been fascinated by juxtapositions, and this one always grabs me as I approach downtown in the early evening on West 6th Street. Despite all of the other condos rising high above the Frost Bank building, its lighted tower top seems to always find a spot in my photographs of Vanishing Austin. With neon that’s becoming a relic these days in Austin and a loyal following, Wiggy’s Spirits, above, doesn’t seem to be going anywhere for now, though the little white pedestrian is crankin’ along. ♣